It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
My son was proud of his performance on stage or so I thought by his posture and grin. His drum solo was intoxicating, his smile like maple syrup on pancakes, overflowing. Did you notice that all the Black kids were in the back? And you know it's not because we're not as good. You know that, right? he said, the syrup falling off the fork, onto his lap. The music he played turning to static.
Catherine Maryse Anderson (she/they) is a poet, essayist, photographer, anti-racist ally, abolitionist, and educator in Providence, Rhode Island. She is currently collaborating on a shared poetry project with her 90-year-old mother with dementia.
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